might be a pretty long chapter cause this trip chapter is just 1 part! 

The bustling atmosphere of the airport was filled with the hum of travellers, the clinking of suitcases, and the occasional overhead announcement. 

The departure hall was a swirl of movement, but in one corner, near the check-in counter, a small group stood together, trying to savor the last few moments before a temporary separation.

Shubman held Manvi securely in his arms, the little girl's head resting on his shoulder as she gazed at the surroundings with wide, curious eyes. Ashwini stood next to him, her hands busy flipping through her passport and ticket, making sure everything was in order. 

Her best friend and fellow fashion designer, Ahvi Ragavendran, stood beside her, checking her own travel documents, while Sai Sudharshan, Ahvi's boyfriend, lingered nearby, his hand resting casually on the handle of her suitcase.

The reality of the moment was starting to sink in for Shubman. Ashwini was leaving for Paris, and even though it was only for a few weeks, the thought of her absence weighed heavily on him. 

He glanced at her, taking in the way her fingers moved deftly over the edges of her passport, her expression a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

"You've got everything, right?" Shubman asked, his voice laced with concern.

Ashwini looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a reassuring smile. "Yes, Shubman, I've checked it a hundred times. Passport, ticket, visa, everything's here."

Ahvi chimed in, her tone light and teasing. "And if you forget anything, I'll make sure we survive in Paris. We'll just have to buy whatever we need, which honestly, sounds like a good excuse to shop."

Sai chuckled, giving Ahvi's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Of course, you'd find an excuse to shop in the fashion capital of the world."

Ahvi grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know me so well."

Manvi, who had been quietly observing the adults, lifted her head and looked at Ashwini with big, innocent eyes. "Ashwini Aunty, do you have to go? I don't want you to leave."

Ashwini's heart melted at the sight of Manvi's earnest expression. She reached out, gently brushing a stray hair from Manvi's face. 

"Sweetheart, I have to go for work, but I promise I'll be back before you know it. And when I come back, I'll bring you something special from Paris."

Manvi's lower lip trembled slightly as she processed Ashwini's words. "Okay... but can you come back fast? I'll miss you."

Shubman's grip on Manvi tightened, his heart aching at his daughter's words. He looked at Ashwini, his eyes conveying the depth of his own emotions. "We'll miss you too, Ashwini."

Ashwini's gaze softened as she met his eyes, feeling the weight of what she was leaving behind, even if it was only for a little while. "I'll miss you both so much. But it's just a few weeks, and I'll be back before you know it."

Sai, sensing the emotional tension, cleared his throat and tried to lighten the mood. "Besides, you'll be so busy with work and exploring Paris that the time will fly by."

"True," Ahvi added, giving Ashwini a nudge. "We have a lot of exciting things planned, and we're going to make the most of it. Paris isn't just about work; it's about experiencing everything it has to offer."

Ashwini nodded, trying to focus on the positives. She knew this trip was a huge opportunity for her career, but it didn't make saying goodbye any easier. 

She turned to Shubman, her voice soft. "I'll call you every day, okay? We'll video chat, and I'll tell you all about what we're doing."

Shubman gave her a small smile, though his eyes held a trace of sadness. "We'll be counting on those calls."

Ashwini stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Shubman's arm. "And you... take care of yourself and Manvi. I'll be back before you know it, and then we can all spend time together again."

Manvi, still nestled in Shubman's arms, reached out her little hand towards Ashwini. "Promise you'll come back soon?"

Ashwini took Manvi's hand, holding it with all the tenderness she felt. "I promise, sweetheart. I'll come back as soon as I can."

The final boarding call for their flight to Paris echoed through the airport, signaling that it was time to say their goodbyes. Ahvi looked at Ashwini, giving her a nod. "We should get going."

Ashwini took a deep breath, her eyes lingering on Shubman and Manvi for a moment longer before she finally released Manvi's hand. 

She stepped back, picking up her carry-on bag. "I'll see you soon," she said, her voice tinged with emotion.

Shubman lowered Manvi to the ground, then took a step closer to Ashwini, pulling her into a tight embrace. He held her for a moment, his face buried in her hair as he whispered, "I love you. Be safe."

Ashwini closed her eyes, savouring the feel of his arms around her. "I love you too," she whispered back, her voice thick with emotion. "I'll be back soon."

When they finally pulled apart, Ashwini bent down to give Manvi one last hug. "Be good for your dad, okay? I'll be thinking of you."

Manvi nodded, her arms wrapping tightly around Ashwini's neck. "I will. I love you, Ashwini Aunty."

Ashwini kissed the top of Manvi's head, her heart swelling with affection. "I love you too, my little star."

As Ashwini and Ahvi made their way towards the security checkpoint, Sai stayed behind with Shubman and Manvi, watching as the two women disappeared into the crowd of travelers.

Shubman let out a slow breath, trying to steady his emotions. He knew this trip was important for Ashwini, but the thought of being apart from her, even for a short while, left an ache in his chest.

"You okay, man?" Sai asked, his voice filled with understanding.

Shubman nodded, though his eyes were still focused on the direction Ashwini had gone. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... I'm going to miss her."

Sai gave him a supportive pat on the back. "She'll be back before you know it. And in the meantime, you've got this little one to keep you busy," he said, nodding towards Manvi.

Manvi, sensing her dad's emotions, reached up and took his hand. "It's okay, Daddy. We'll wait for Ashwini Aunty together."

Shubman looked down at his daughter, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Yes, we will."

With one last glance towards the security checkpoint, Shubman turned, holding Manvi's hand as they made their way out of the airport. 

He knew the next few weeks would be tough, but he also knew that his bond with Ashwini was strong enough to weather any distance.

As Shubman and Manvi made their way out of the airport, the cool evening air greeted them. The city's lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the warm, emotional send-off they had just experienced. Shubman's heart felt heavy with the weight of Ashwini's absence, but he was determined to stay strong for Manvi.

They reached the parking lot where Shubman's car was parked. Sai walked alongside them, offering silent support. Shubman appreciated his friend's presence; it grounded him in the moment, reminding him that he wasn't alone.

Manvi, still holding her father's hand, looked up at him with a small, curious smile. "Daddy, do you think Ashwini Aunty will like Paris?"

Shubman glanced down at her, his heart swelling with affection for his daughter. "I think she'll love it, sweetheart. Paris is a beautiful city with lots of amazing things to see and do. She'll be busy, but she'll be thinking of us the whole time."

Manvi nodded, seemingly reassured by his words. "I hope she brings me something really cool. Maybe a doll from Paris or a new dress!"

Shubman smiled, opening the car door and helping Manvi into her seat. "I'm sure she'll find something special just for you."

As they settled into the car, Sai leaned in through the window, his voice filled with warmth. "If you need anything, just give me a call, alright? And don't worry too much—Ahvi will keep Ashwini entertained, and they'll both be back before you know it."

Shubman nodded, appreciating the offer. "Thanks, Sai. I'll be alright. It's just going to be a bit strange not having her around, you know?"

Sai gave a sympathetic smile. "I get it. But just think of how much fun you'll have when she gets back. The time will fly by."

Shubman gave Sai a grateful nod before starting the car. As they pulled out of the parking lot, he waved at Sai, who waved back before heading to his own car.

The drive home was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound as Shubman's thoughts lingered on Ashwini. He could still feel the warmth of her embrace, the softness of her voice as she whispered her love for him. 

The memories were bittersweet, a reminder of what he was missing, but also a promise of what awaited them upon her return.

Manvi, sensing her father's pensive mood, reached out from the back seat and patted his shoulder. "Daddy, are you sad because Ashwini Aunty is going away?"

Shubman glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his heart melting at her concern. "A little bit, sweetheart. I'm going to miss her, just like you will. But we'll be okay. We'll call her every day and talk about all the fun things we're doing."

Manvi nodded thoughtfully. "Can we send her pictures of what we do? Like when we go to the park or make pancakes?"

Shubman smiled, feeling a little lighter. "That's a great idea, Manvi. We'll send her lots of pictures so she doesn't miss out on anything."

Manvi grinned, her excitement returning. "Yay! Ashwini Aunty will love that."

As they arrived home, Shubman parked the car and helped Manvi out. The house felt a little emptier without Ashwini's presence, but Manvi's energy filled the space, reminding him of the joy they still had in their lives.

Inside, Shubman set their things down and guided Manvi to the living room. "How about we watch a movie tonight? Just you and me. We can have popcorn and everything."

Manvi's eyes lit up. "Yes! Can we watch Frozen?"

Shubman chuckled, knowing exactly how much his daughter loved that movie. "Frozen it is. Let's get comfortable, and I'll make the popcorn."

As he prepared the popcorn, Shubman's thoughts drifted back to Ashwini. He could picture her in Paris, walking down the cobblestone streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. 

He imagined her in meetings with top designers, her creative mind at work, and it filled him with pride. This was a big step for her career, and he was determined to support her every step of the way.

The movie started, and Manvi cuddled up next to him on the couch, her small body warm against his side. 

As the familiar songs and scenes played out on the screen, Shubman found himself relaxing, the stress of the day slowly melting away. This was his life now—a beautiful blend of fatherhood, love, and the promise of a future with Ashwini.

As the movie came to an end and Manvi's eyelids grew heavy, Shubman carried her up to bed. He tucked her in, kissing her forehead gently. "Goodnight, my little princess," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Daddy," Manvi mumbled sleepily. "I love you."

"I love you too," Shubman replied, his heart full.

He watched her for a moment longer, then quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. Back in the living room, Shubman sat on the couch, pulling out his phone. The time difference meant it was late in Paris, but he still sent Ashwini a text.

Miss you already. Can't wait to see you again. Manvi and I just finished watching Frozen. She's asleep now. Hope you're settling in okay. Love you.

He stared at the screen for a moment, then hit send. Leaning back, he closed his eyes, imagining Ashwini reading his message as she settled into her hotel room, a smile spreading across her face.

The days ahead would be challenging, but Shubman knew that their love was strong enough to endure. They had already been through so much together, and this was just another chapter in their story. 

The sun  was casting a gentle glow through the large windows of Shubman's home. He was in the middle of sorting through some cricket gear in the living room when his phone chimed, breaking the serene morning silence.

Curious, Shubman glanced at his phone, expecting a routine update or a message. Instead, his heart skipped a beat as he saw the notification from Instagram. 

It was a post from Ashwini. His breath caught in his throat as he tapped on the notification, and the image loaded.

Ashwini was stunning, captured in a moment of casual elegance. She wore a black top with netted short sleeves and sleek black trousers, her head tilted back slightly, and her eyes closed. The photo was sensual and striking, every detail meticulously crafted. 

But it was the caption that made Shubman's cheeks flush a deep shade of pink.

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He swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat rise up his neck. The playful and intimate message was clearly aimed at him, and the fact that no one else knew about their relationship made it even more thrilling and nerve-wracking. 

His mind raced with thoughts of their recent moments together, and he could almost feel her touch, her lips, her breath against his skin.

Just as he was trying to compose himself, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was a direct message from Ashwini. He tapped it open, heart pounding.

Ashwini: "Hey, handsome. Just wanted to remind you of what you're missing. How's my little princess doing?"

Shubman chuckled softly, his pulse quickening at her teasing tone. He quickly replied, trying to keep his composure while still indulging in the flirtatious exchange.

Shubman: She's good, just got back from school. But I've got to say, your post has me feeling pretty hot under the collar. Missing you a lot, my gorgeous. What's Paris like?

Almost immediately, Ashwini's reply popped up.

Ashwini: Paris is amazing, but it's not the same without you. I've been thinking about that incredible night out we had before I left. You really know how to make a girl feel special. 😉

Shubman: You're making it hard for me to focus on anything else. I keep thinking about how much I miss those moments with you. Maybe I'll have to make you a little jealous with some surprise when you get back.

As he hit send, his phone buzzed with another incoming message. This time, Ashwini's reply was quick and teasing.

Ashwini: Oh, Daddy, you know how to make me blush. You better be ready to back up those words when I'm back. I'm counting down the days. And you better believe I'll make sure you remember every moment. 😘

Shubman's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The way she playfully called him "Daddy" sent a shiver down his spine. 

He found himself grinning like a fool, unable to stop the thoughts of their intimate moments from flooding his mind. He was trying to maintain his composure when the doorbell rang, jolting him back to reality.

He quickly composed himself and went to answer it. It was the school's messenger with a note for Manvi. 

Shubman took the envelope and thanked the messenger, his mind still preoccupied with Ashwini's playful messages.

Returning to his phone, he saw another message from Ashwini.

Ashwini: Sorry for distracting you, love. Just wanted to make sure you're thinking of me, and that you're missing me as much as I'm missing you. 😘 Keep those fantasies warm for me.

Shubman felt his pulse quicken again. He replied with a flirty message, his fingers moving quickly over the screen.

Shubman: Believe me, the fantasies are more than warm. I'm counting down the minutes until I can hold you again. Keep making me dream until then. Love you, beautiful.

He set his phone down, the heat of the conversation lingering. As he prepared for the rest of his day, the playful and intimate nature of their exchange had left him feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. 

The memory of their moments together, combined with Ashwini's teasing messages, made the next few weeks seem like a thrilling adventure he couldn't wait to experience.

Paris was in full swing as Ashwini and Ahvi attended one of the most anticipated fashion shows of the season. The grand venue, filled with elegant décor and the buzz of excitement, set the perfect stage for the latest haute couture collections. 

The lights dimmed, and the runway came alive with models showcasing the cutting-edge designs that Ashwini had been eagerly awaiting.

Dressed in a chic black dress with a dramatic, asymmetrical neckline and intricate lace detailing, Ashwini felt both glamorous and confident. 

Her hair was styled in soft waves that framed her face, and her makeup highlighted her natural beauty. She was a picture of grace and sophistication, drawing admiration from those around her.

Throughout the evening, Ashwini noticed a man in the crowd who seemed to keep his gaze fixed on her. At first, it was subtle—an occasional glance that she could easily ignore. But as the night wore on, his stares became more pronounced and unsettling. 

She exchanged a concerned glance with Ahvi, who was engrossed in the show but seemed to notice her discomfort.

During a break between segments, Ashwini excused herself to use the restroom. The opulent facilities were a far cry from the bustling show outside, with soft lighting and plush amenities. 

She took a moment to collect herself, splashing some water on her face and adjusting her makeup. The tranquillity of the space was a welcome respite from the intensity of the event.

As she emerged from the bathroom, her mind still preoccupied with the strange behaviour of the man, she was startled to find him waiting outside the door. He leaned casually against the wall, a predatory smirk on his face.

"Bonsoir, mademoiselle," he said, his voice smooth and unsettling. "I couldn't help but notice how stunning you look tonight. My name is Daniel."

Ashwini took a step back, her instincts immediately on alert. She forced a polite smile, trying to keep her tone neutral. "Thank you, but I'm here with a friend and really need to get back to her."

Daniel, however, seemed undeterred. He stepped closer, his eyes lingering on her with an intensity that made her skin crawl. 

"I can see that. But surely you can spare a few minutes to enjoy some company? Paris has a way of making things a little more interesting when shared."

Ashwini's smile faltered, replaced by a look of discomfort. She shifted her weight, trying to maintain a polite distance. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm not interested. Please let me go."

Daniel's expression hardened, his gaze growing more intense. 

"Oh, come on. You can't possibly be that busy. I've seen you watching me, and I know you're intrigued."

The insinuation in his words and the way his eyes roamed over her made Ashwini feel increasingly uneasy. She took another step back, her voice firmer. 

"No, I really need to go. I'm not interested."

Daniel's smile turned into a sneer, and he reached out, grabbing her arm lightly. 

"You know, it's not every day I get to meet someone as captivating as you. Don't be so quick to turn down a little adventure."

Ashwini recoiled, her heart racing. "Let go of me!"

Before Daniel could respond, Ahvi appeared, her presence a welcome relief. She took in the situation at a glance, her eyes narrowing. 

"Daniel, I believe you've overstayed your welcome. Ashwini is not interested. Move along."

Daniel looked between the two women, clearly taken aback by Ahvi's assertiveness. He released Ashwini's arm, his expression a mix of irritation and surprise. 

"Fine. Whatever. But don't think this is over."

Ahvi stepped in front of Ashwini protectively. "It is over. Now get lost before I call security."

With a huff, Daniel turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. Ashwini let out a shaky breath, her relief palpable as she turned to Ahvi.

"Thank you," Ashwini said, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come."

Ahvi placed a comforting hand on Ashwini's shoulder, her gaze warm and supportive. "Don't mention it. I had a feeling something was off. Let's get back to the show and try to enjoy the rest of the night."

As they returned to their seats, Ashwini's mind was still racing from the encounter. Despite her best efforts to push it aside, the unsettling experience lingered. 

She glanced at her phone, checking the time and wishing she could be back with Shubman and Manvi, where she felt safe and cherished.

As the show continued, Ashwini tried to focus on the beautiful designs and the excitement of the fashion world, but her thoughts were divided. 

The encounter with Daniel had rattled her, and she couldn't wait to return to the familiarity and comfort of home, where she could escape the shadows of Paris and embrace the warmth of Shubman's love.

Back in the tranquillity of her Paris hotel room, Ashwini sank into the plush armchair by the window, the city lights casting a soft glow across her face. The events of the evening had left her feeling shaken and vulnerable. She needed to hear Shubman's voice, to ground herself in the familiarity of his love and reassurance.

With trembling fingers, she dialled Shubman's number, the phone ringing until his familiar voice answered.

"Hey, gorgeous," Shubman's voice was warm and soothing. "How's Paris treating you? Missing me already?"

The sound of his voice made Ashwini's heart ache with longing. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Hey, love. I miss you so much. It's been a tough night."

Shubman's tone shifted to concern immediately. "What happened? Are you okay? You sound upset."

Ashwini hesitated, unsure of how to start. "It's just... there was this guy at the fashion show tonight. He kept staring at me in a way that made me really uncomfortable. And then, after the show, he cornered me outside the bathroom and wouldn't leave me alone."

"Fucking hell," Shubman said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and worry. "That's seriously messed up. Did he hurt you? Are you safe?"

"No, he didn't hurt me physically," Ashwini reassured him, though her voice still wavered. "But he was really creepy, and it scared me. Ahvi showed up just in time and got rid of him, but... I'm still rattled."

Shubman's voice softened, full of tenderness and concern. "I'm so sorry, baby. I wish I could have been there with you. You don't deserve to feel like that. I wish I could just wrap you up in my arms and make everything better."

The image of Shubman holding her close, his comforting embrace, was exactly what she needed. "I know. I really wish you were here. I could use your comforting arms and your sweet words right now."

"I'm here for you, Ashwini," Shubman said firmly. "No matter how far apart we are, I'm always with you. Just think of me and remember how much I love you. You're strong and amazing, and no one should ever make you feel otherwise."

Tears of relief and longing brimmed in Ashwini's eyes. "It's just been a really hard day. Everything was so perfect until this happened. I just want to come home and be with you and Manvi."

"I know, baby," Shubman said softly. "I miss you so much, too. You're my everything. I keep thinking about how amazing you looked tonight, even though you had to deal with that asshole. I'm so proud of you for handling it with grace."

Ashwini smiled through her tears, comforted by his words. "You're so sweet, Shubman. I just can't wait to be back in your arms. I want to tell you everything in person and get lost in your embrace."

Shubman's voice was low and intimate, his love palpable. "And I can't wait to hold you and make you forget all about tonight. We'll have our own little escape when you're back. Just you, me, and all the love we have for each other."

A soft, shuddering breath escaped Ashwini as she tried to calm her racing heart. "I love you so much, Shubman. You make everything feel better, even from thousands of miles away."

"I love you too, my beautiful girl," Shubman said, his voice filled with raw emotion. "You mean the world to me. And when you get back, I'm going to make sure you feel all the love and warmth you've been missing. I'm counting down the days until I can see you again."

Ashwini's eyes were closed, the sound of his voice bringing her comfort and solace. "Thank you for being my rock. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to worry about that," Shubman said firmly. "I'm always going to be here for you. No matter what happens, we're in this together. And remember, I'm just a phone call away if you need me."

A small, grateful smile touched Ashwini's lips. "I'll remember that. I'm going to try to get some rest now. It's been a long day."

"Get some sleep, baby," Shubman said gently. "Dream of us together, and know that I'm holding you in my heart every second. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, my love."

"Sweet dreams, Shubman," Ashwini whispered, her voice filled with warmth. "I love you."

As the call ended, Ashwini placed her phone down and stared out the window, the lights of Paris twinkling like distant stars. 

She took comfort in Shubman's words and the promise of their future together. Despite the challenges of the night, she felt a renewed sense of strength and hope, buoyed by the love that transcended distance and time.

The quiet of her hotel room enveloped her as she prepared for bed, her mind settling on thoughts of Shubman and the life they were building together. 

She knew that no matter what obstacles came their way, their love would be the anchor that kept them steady.

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and here we have the seventh chapter of "Down Bad"

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also man daniel < shubman 

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